The game is not our life
The crowd is not our friend
The silence isn’t wrong
The middle’s not the end
Our customs have us bow
Conceding to the day —
But silence tells a truth
We speak no other
Way
The game is not our life
The crowd is not our friend
The silence isn’t wrong
The middle’s not the end
Our customs have us bow
Conceding to the day —
But silence tells a truth
We speak no other
Way
A journey
Matutinal
A woman
Amorevolous
A patration in stibograms
Does value have meaning? Significance, purpose?
Is life just a poorly-run, foul-smelling circus?
Are all of us doomed to be what we appear?
Is there more to life than Doritos and beer?
Is French the one language we’re all meant to speak?
Does no spinach make you an Iron-Poor Sheikh?
Can one really lose weight by singing the blues?
Is there any point having more than ten shoes?
Can anyone tell me why cat memes are funny?
Why doesn’t Vince know Colt & Portia are money?